The way a dog before it craps wanders around in circles

There’s a time to go to the typewriter. It’s like a dog: the way a dog before it craps wanders around in circles—a piece of earth, an area of grass, circles it for a long time before it squats. It’s like that: figuratively circling the typewriter getting ready to write, and then finally one sits down. I think I sit down to the typewriter when it’s time to sit down to the typewriter.